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I’m the most forgiving I understand it all too well When humans do what humans do best When people act like people s..

Your eyes spelled my doom and yet all I saw was peace an ocean so calm and gentle I could walk on it and not sink.……

image source Like a beach decorated with big, beautiful stones I'm waiting for tomorrow Waiting for the return of the soulmate Longing and jealousy often envelop the heart of the yearning who is restless

Un Poema Para ti Que ya no estés Jamás lo vi venir Te habría dicho amor también que como hoy lloré por tí Faltó un adios Entre tu y yo Faltó un adios Entre tu y yo Daría todo el corazón por ti Por volver

Singing in twilight The message sometimes turns somber. This ignorance, enticingly tangling feelings with sweat. The flower hour, when the nights are hot and humid The same journey, in this sweet life

At times, The divine interpretation wasn't enough To know. It was the violet hour I, the lover of daydream And as a storm, brown eyes would crash mine next. Static as a rock, blinded by the sun Reflecting

Fuente Has dejado una huella imborrable en mi corazón Te guardaré y serás el tesoro más preciado de mi vida Y aunque fue triste y dolorosa tu partida No dejaré de darle gracias a Dios por tu existencia

“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born; you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” quote by E.E. Cummings Solar Magnetosphere I knew a lass with moonlight in her eyes. Her spirit radiated like

Summer is passion and action and youth: Of the seasons it screams LIFE the loudest. But there is LIFE in autumn too. Forgotten though it may be. The chill returns aches to knees And depth to memory. We

I love you so deep. We shared a happy moments. Your here and im there when you need me but you make me feel nothing in the end. Why is this happening now? Is this a challenge to us? Or you throw all the

My city gives me spaces for creation. I am lucky to be from Cumana and to share my talent with this land. The city that hugs me. On this occasion, I have been invited to share some of my poetic texts.

Mi ciudad me regala espacios para la creación. Tengo la suerte de ser cumanés y de compartir mi talento con esta tierra. La ciudad que me abraza. Steepshot IPFS IOS Android Web

I can't compare her with sweet the breezes, Because it is more beautiful than that. I have no courage to call it a rose , Because only lovers like it's beauty. I don't want to call it a moon, Because it

Broken mirrors Faded memories Strung together To reveal what is unseen. Shaken disaster Peeling discrepancy Wishful illusions Blind by secrecy... The black bird will wane, Failing to see the signs Life

Floodwaves a fast current rose up in my throat when i last spoke to you in a jumbled mess, didnt know where it was going or what i destroyed or if it matters what happens after a flood, its just a building

When people have music or art events around here, I like to roll up with my typewriter and take orders for poems. I call this business The Rapid Memo Typing Service. I don't even really call them poems...

Laugh and love live together, One is the colour life, The other is meaning of happiness . Laugh makes you feel refreshed, Love makes you feel beautiful and blessed, Both are the incredible to each other.

I feel full. Too full in fact. I eat too much and too often, I think too much and too often I wonder what was and what will be I feel full of wonder, Full of doubt. The days pass me by like moments And

I spent today writing a poem. You haven't seen many of my poems lately because I really want to submit them for traditional publishing. Most journals won't accept them if they have been shared on a blog.

Life is a teacher, Every day and every moment, Teach us about sweet bitter experience. But I have to find the way. Sweet experiences, inrich with happiness, It can produce good energy to health, But bitter